What I am going to write is probably a no-brainer for any of
you out there who are naturally thin and/or do not have blood sugar or weight
problems. You’ll read this and say,
“duh! And I thought you were
smart?” However, for me, it was a real
“aha” moment of truth and motivation.
I have now been on Weight Watchers for a little over 7
months and have lost *only* 24 ½ pounds.
I say “only” because the first 10 came off quickly and the other 14 have
been excruciatingly S……………L……………….O……………….W.
I lose a pound or two and then go weeks before I lose another. Since Christmas, I’ve lost a whopping total
of 4 pounds. In three months. UGH!
For someone who is as rigid as I am about strictly following the
guidelines they give me, it has been so frustrating. I have measured and tracked and monitored
every morsel of food that has entered my body for 7 months. I have weighed and grilled and sautéed with
no added fat (except the occasional drizzle of olive oil for my healthy
oils). Still slow. I’ve biked and walked and yoga-ed and
stretched and lifted and tugged and raked and done all I can to burn off
calories. I’ve chugged 8-12 glasses of
ice cold water a day. I have never,
ever, NOT ONCE gone above my weekly allowance of points. And, yet, I have struggled!
The positives of my journey:
1. I bought a size 8/10 Easter
dress. I have NEVER worn that size,
probably even in elementary school! I
can’t wear everything in that size, but this particular dress was swimming on
me in “my” size of 12/14. I know it is
just a tag, but it is also motivating.
2. My leg (THE leg, the one that
caused all the problems last summer) is improving. Finally.
I can actually go for a walk with my kiddos without swelling up like a
balloon. 3. My fitness level has improved and I can walk
or bike without my asthma flaring up every single time. 4. My
blood pressure is better. 5. My mood is (generally) better. 6. I
sleep better. 7. I only have 2 chins instead of 4. Hahaha.
8. I am healthier even though I
can’t always “see” it. 9. My kids are healthier.
But, I know, you are really here to see what the big “aha”
was for me, so I’ll get to it.
Despite all the positives from this weight loss so far, I
have one big negative. For some reason,
as I lose weight, my blood sugar is getting really wacky. I’ve always struggled with LOW blood sugar
and hypoglycemia, but now I am struggling with HIGHER numbers. None of them are way high on the scale, but
for ME they are high. My A1C has even
registered “hypoglycemic” in the past, and now, even after intense exercise and
proper foods, I can barely get below 100, even fasting. My fasting numbers are hovering right around
the dreaded 100 mark, sometimes drifting above.
My post-meal #s are a good 40-50 points higher than what I am used
to. Still in the “borderline” range as
far as diabetes goes, but definitely NOT where I want them, AND they are making
me feel yucky. No energy, exhausted,
thirsty, and grouchy. UGH.
The other day at our meeting, our leader told those of us
who are “stuck” on the scale to shake things up a little. If we’re eating on the low end of our point
range, move higher. If we’re on the high
end, shift lower. So, I did. On Thursday I completely shifted my food
intake around and even added in some chocolate.
I have chocolate on occasion in the form of a mini candy bar or
something, but that day I had real chocolate.
And, we had pancakes for dinner.
(Mine were whole wheat apple cinnamon pancakes with oat flour). That night, I checked my sugar before bed,
only to find it sky high (for me). I
must confess that I panicked a little.
But, then, I took action.
I hopped on my recumbent bike and pedaled hard and fast for
almost 35 minutes…at 9 pm. I was
furious. Furious at my body for not
working the way I wanted it to. Furious
with myself for not taking as good care of myself that day as I could
have. Furious that I even had to deal
with all this, and furious that, at 9 pm when I wanted to head to bed early, I
was on my bike sweating. I’d already
done a pretty intense workout that day, but I was mad. And motivated.
While I biked, I prayed for clarity about the
situation. I took deep breaths so I
could survive the workout, and I mused about my problem. By the time I finished biking, I had come to
some conclusions and decisions.
1.
My body is the body
God blessed me with to use for His service, and there’s no point in resenting
how it works or being angry about it.
God made me beautiful and special, and when I get angry about how my
body functions, am I not questioning God’s wisdom of creation?
2.
There is no sense in bemoaning the difficulties I face
in losing weight. That’s just how it is,
and I need to accept it and move on.
3.
My choices matter.
I can’t do things ½ way or eat junk and expect my body to perform at top
levels.
4.
An extra workout isn’t the end of the world and it’s
not worth my tears, anger, or frustration.
5.
I need to realize this is a “forever” thing.
6.
Don’t mess with “angry mama.”
7.
I need to do my best every day and let that be
enough. I can’t let the scale rule my
life. I am beautiful and special and
worthwhile no matter what the number on the flashing digital screen says.
8.
My blood sugar is going to be an issue, and I need to
be willing and prepared to deal with that.
9.
A loss or maintenance is not a gain. Every pound…or ½ a pound…is making me
healthier.
10. I
CAN do this.
As I write this, I realize that there is no way to
completely verbalize the change that took place that night. As a matter of
fact, it sounds so silly as I re-read it.
I’ve heard people talk about
“the” moment in their health and fitness journey before, and I always thought
they were a little loopy. But, now, I
understand. And, I am ready. And able.
And going to kick this problem in its tail and move forward!!